Javert's expression did not change. There was the barest of quivers in his lower lip, a flash of a tooth. If. Only. It. Were... it seemed to say. His eyes narrowed, and he said nothing further on the subject of the Hell denied to him.

"Why would being here merit an apology? You said you were not responsible," said Javert silkily. He perceived that this feathered thing was little danger to him, and the tightness in his jaw began to settle. "I will take none of your apologies. But if you want to be useful, rather, then tell me the way to this clinic of yours."